How to Fake It in Society

Nico had taken his hand. He didn’t do anything else, though, kneeling and looking up at Titus as if he were waiting for something, and Titus stared down at him for a frozen moment, unsure what to do.

He wasn’t inexperienced. He’d had two perfectly reasonable lovers, plus Henry, who had been almost uncomfortably uninhibited in bed.

He knew how to fuck; what he lacked was a way to say, You are absurdly beautiful, and I think I have been falling in love with you since we met, but there is no reason at all you should be interested in me, and I’m paralysed with fear of doing something wrong.

Maybe he should just say it. Then again, he already must look quite enough of a pathetic specimen at this moment without begging for reassurance.